He Said He Didn't Mind

[smoothmanfun]

I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.

There are three parts to this short story and I'll publish them on here over the next few days.

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HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND

He said he didn't mind sharing my single bed. Pete was a fair-haired and cute twenty-year old and I was twenty-one, but sexually fairly inexperienced.

He had fallen out with his girlfriend, Caroline, and had come around to the house I shared with Colin. He needed somewhere to crash for the night.

There was Colin's room with his double-bed, which Colin frequently shared with various transient girlfriends and there was my room with my single bed.

Colin was unattached at that moment, so it made sense for Pete to share his double-bed, or make-do with the couch in the living room. But he said he didn't mind sharing my single bed.

Colin shrugged and went off to bed, no doubt to wank off to sexy dreams of some girl.

I'd known Pete for six months and he and Caroline seemed set to be together for life.

"I went home at the weekend and met up with some old friends. Ended up sleeping with an old girlfriend." Pete said ruefully. "Caroline has kicked me out."

What was it about straight guys? They seemed to have so much trouble keeping their cocks inside their trousers! Why would he risk a happy relationship for a quick one-night knee-trembler? And come to that why did they always call it "sleeping with", when it seemed to me that sleeping was very much a secondary activity!

Mind you I could see why girls would want to go with Pete. He was handsome in a very boyish way. His skin was smooth and unshaven apart from a little stubble produced from the tip of his chin. His collar-length hair was soft and pale brown, the sort you wanted to run your fingers through.

His face was on the cute side of handsome with a shapely nose, delicate lips and grey eyes that melted you when he smiled. His shoulders filled his shirt well, hinting at a compact and lightly muscular body underneath.

His trousers were always of interest, showing a fine bulge at the front. Often you could see his soft penis stretching down his tight trouser leg, indicating that he was a big boy. No wonder girls fawned after him!

Now he was volunteering to share my small single bed!

"I don't have any pyjamas, I sleep in the nude." I confessed when Colin had left us alone in the living room. Of course, Colin knew perfectly well that I slept naked, having joined me in my bed twice when we had shared a bedroom six months earlier. Nevertheless I felt more comfortable talking about my nudity when he had left the room.

"That's all right, so do I!" Pete replied, his face smiling slightly.

"My bed is small, there's bound to be contact." I warned him.

"I don't mind contact." He said enigmatically.

"It's bound to be intimate." I said, blushing.

"I don't mind intimate." Pete's eyes twinkled. "I was on the merchant ships for two years, remember, conditions were cramped and intimate."

I couldn't help but look down at his body, sitting on the couch. The left leg of his green corduroy trousers showed a distinct bulge several inches long, resting between material and thigh. Up in the crotch of his trousers there was a distinctive bulge of testicles. Pete was a big boy and all reservations about sharing my bed with him disappeared in a moment of lust and desire.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was this heterosexual young guy, implying he had fooled around with men on-board ship? Did he swing? Or did he simply mean that he was comfortable with male intimacy? Was he just saying that he was at ease and confident in his straight heterosexuality?

Pete stood up in front of me and stretched slowly with his hands high above his head. My eyes slid down to his left trouser leg to observe the intriguing, long bulge on his left thigh. Was he erect or just naturally big when soft?

I led him up the first flight of stairs of the small house. We paused outside Colin's room, the scene of so much heterosexual bonking that I had heard over the months.

"Want to freshen up?" I said, nodding to the bathroom door. "You'll find fresh towels in the cupboard." Pete nodded and turned to enter the bathroom. His green, ribbed-trousers hugged his round bum tightly. He smiled and shut the door on me.

I hurried up the second flight of stairs to my attic bedroom. I tidied the place up as best I could, and put the over-bed light on to shine down on my single bed, with its single duvet.

I sniffed the under-sheet and duvet. They smelled fresh enough.

I heard Colin cough from the room below me and felt a fear that he would, even now, steal Pete from me to enjoy the delights of his roomy double bed. Colin had a cruel streak in him and I fancied that he would take a delight in whisking Pete off to his bed.

Colin was a sexual predator and he had fooled me into thinking he loved me some months ago. His intention appeared to have been to humiliate me by using me sexually when he was between girlfriends. But that was another story.

I ripped my clothes off, threw my dressing gown on and hurried downstairs to pre-empt any snatch attempt from Colin.

I tapped on the bathroom door, loud enough so that Colin would hear too "Are you decent?" I called to Pete, which seemed an odd question, considering we were shortly to be buff-naked together in my bed.

"Pretty much." Pete's voice replied.

I opened the bathroom door to see Pete out of the shower, naked and drying himself with the large white towel. Teasingly his hands were stroking the towel over his thigh, with his back bent forward. The towel hid the object that I so longed to see.

But his chest was, as expected, smooth and nicely compact. He was a super-cute hunk. The revealed calves showed a thin dusting of fair hairs. He was gorgeous!

"OK if I take a quick shower?" I asked, wanting to get him into my bed as quickly as possible.

"Sure." Pete said in a lightly-lilting, deep voice that came straight from his lovely chest. His eyes surveyed me openly as I dropped my dressing gown and revealed my nakedness. "Good body!" Pete nodded in approval, seemingly not noticing my half-erection.

"Good body yourself!" I admired back, hoping Colin would hear us and be feeling some sort of perverted jealousy.

We both laughed heartily, which Colin would surely hear. It gave me a thrill to know that he would know we were naked together in the bathroom.

As I stepped into the shower, I missed Pete lifting the towel behind him and when I looked he had already drawn it across his front and was folding the end corner into his waist to cover himself.

I blinked under the water jets and noticed the fine bulge in the front of his towel. I found it hard to believe that soon I would be naked in bed with Pete's gorgeous nakedness.

He stood by the shower and I didn't close the glass door, so that Pete's eyes roved casually over my nudity, while I washed. It was such a thrill to have him inspect my naked flesh and casually admire my wet muscles. I now had a full blown erection on.

"Sorry about this." I said loudly over the sound of the water, while flicking my hard todge with my right hand.

"It happens, we guys are basically sexual animals." Pete shouted.

I knew Colin would be listening. What would he be thinking? He had probably settled down to a heterosexual wank and was having his thoughts interrupted by the voices of the two naked guys the other side of his wall.

"Normally I have more self-control. Don't know what's happening to me tonight." I said.

"It's cool! I don't mind at all!" Pete said and I turned around and glanced at the front of his towel. Did he have a stiffie on too? Or was it just his natural big-boy status?

His arms flexed and revealed a cute dusting of hair in his armpits. His muscles were lovely, just nicely developed. Caroline was one lucky girl to have him as a boyfriend. And if his manhood was what it appeared to be, then she was doubly lucky!

If he were my boyfriend I would never fall out with him, but always have him in my bed, even if he had played around. I would forgive him anything.

I flipped the shower off and without adjusting the volume of my voice I said loudly, "I'll just get dried and then we can go to bed."

"Yeah, I'm ready to hit the sack." Pete said. "Thanks again for letting me share your bed tonight." He added.

"You are very welcome!" I said, hurriedly drying myself.

"See you up there in a minute." Pete said and I watched the tight towel around his tight backside leave the bathroom.

I heard his light footsteps on the stairs. He hadn't been way-layed by Colin. He was mine tonight! Tonight was all I cared about! Who knows, tomorrow he would probably go back to Caroline, but tonight, tonight he was mine!

 

[lungfishes]

More Please!

 

[smoothmanfun]

I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.

There are three parts to this short story and I'll publish them on here over the next few days.

My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/

PM me if you wish to find out about my stories.

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 2

I HOPE WE DON'T KEEP YOU UP

I dried myself as quickly as I could and wrapping the towel around my waist, I had that delicious feeling when your stiffie is pressed down slightly by towelling.

I tapped on Colin's door, I couldn't resist a jibe, considering how he had used and abused me in the past. Without waiting I opened the door and Colin was under his duvet, alone in his double bed.

His hand jerked out from under his duvet but he knew that I knew that he had been masturbating as usual. The dim lighting that he used to seduce girls in his bed, shone on his curly fair hair.

"I hope we don't keep you up. We'll try not to make too much noise!" I said, while his eyes surveyed me up and down. I thought of all the times his heterosexual bonking had kept me awake. It would be good to get a little revenge tonight.

"Thanks." He tried to smile, but couldn't hide his jealousy. I knew that although he was straight, he would not have minded having Pete in his bed for a night so that he could get his perverted satisfaction.

I closed the door, feeling a mean thrill. At last I was getting a little of my own back on my cruel friend.

I hurried up the stairs taking them two at a time.

There he was, in my bed, lying on his side, propping his left hand on his head above my pillow. The single duvet covered him from elbow downwards.

The sight made me catch my breath and a little too high-pitched I heard my voice say "Are you sure you will have enough room?"

"There will be plenty" and he lifted my side of the duvet back, revealing his lovey smooth chest.

I stepped towards the bed, feeling self-conscious. "Sorry!" I said as I dropped my towel and my erection bobbed up and down in front of him.

"Come in!" He laughed a deep throaty laugh. His eyes twinkled in the lamplight and I slid my legs under the duvet. Immediately my erection touched his upper chest and clumsily I slid down, trying to fit us both under the duvet, without causing too much disruption.

But the intimacy was unavoidable and I felt my eager penis slide down, the middle of Pete's chest and finally make contact with his soft nest of pubic hair.

At first I was disappointed that his cock wasn't pressing against mine, then as my thighs settled against his, I felt his soft, large shaft pressed between his left thigh and my right.

"Sorry!" I instinctively said and tried to move my legs away from his, which just made my erection press harder into his belly.

"It's OK, it's bound to be intimate." Pete said, smiling at me and putting his right arm around my hip and pressing my buttocks, so that we were clamped together from belly buttons down. "Can't have either of us falling out of bed!"

"Maybe you'd be better in Colin's bed, there would be more room." I said, my breath whispering over Pete's fair face.

"There's something odd about Colin that I don't like." Pete said. "I've met many sorts of guys, especially in the merchant navy and he strikes me as being unpleasant."

He sighed and I felt his legs flex and stretch against me. "Whereas you are the sort of gentle guy who is much better company, especially in intimate surroundings." Pete smiled and I had to resist an overwhelming urge to smash my mouth into his.

I let my hand slip over his smooth hip and I pressed his soft bum. "Just so long as we don't push each other out." I sighed and put my forehead to his, while our hands pressed our buttocks. "So are you straight and just missing Caroline?" I whispered, while my right thigh pressed his cock to his left thigh to let him know I realised the size of him.

"Oh, I'm not hard." Pete said. "Unlike you!" He pushed his belly against mine, so that my cock slipped and pressed manfully between us. He laughed a loud, throaty laugh.

"Really?" I gasped. "So you must be really big, if that is you soft!"

"I don't get any complaints!" We giggled like naughty schoolboys.

"So in the merchant navy did you, sort of fool around?" I said while my fingers tickled deliciously over the globes of his smooth buttocks.

"I joined when I was eighteen and served two years until last December. Not so long really, some guys are in it all their lives. There were some great guys, I loved it!" He said without answering my question.

"Why did you leave?" I said, savouring the sweet smell of his breath while he spoke on the pillow next to me.

"Not enough straight sex, I suppose." Pete laughed. "I'm not really into gay sex."

My heart sank, so why were we naked and embracing, with him showing no aversion to my hard-on?

"Gay sex really isn't my thing." Pete said while his right hand carelessly stroked my bum.

"There was plenty of sex in port, but sometimes we'd be at sea for months on end. I was only eighteen and it was a long time to go without a fuck. I quickly learned that I was a gay-magnet. Shipmates who were gay or gayish seemed to be drawn to me. Maybe it was my cute, smooth looks or maybe the bulge in my jeans or shorts, but the gay guys would come on to me all the time."

I pressed my thigh to Pete's thigh and felt his long, thick, soft cock and thought it was probably his bulge that attracted gay men, although his cute looks were irresistible too!

"I'd never known any gay people in the village where I grew up, so it was quite an eye-opener on board ship!" Pete said. "I let gay men fool around with me. They just seemed to want to see my cock and suck it. I didn't mind, sex is sex and a good suck is fantastic."

I rolled onto my back, being careful not to roll out of bed. I didn't want to seem too keen. Pete, still lying on his side, squashed up against me, so that his soft cock plopped onto the top of my right hip. His hand went to stroke my chest which was smooth like his.

"Then I found straight guys were interested in my cock too, especially when we had been out of port for a while. Whereas gay men wanted to suck my cock and have me bum them, straight guys were more interested in seeing it, exciting it, comparing it with theirs. I was bigger than any man I saw erect and bigger soft too. But straight guys seemed to like to feel it and compare."

Pete shuffled in the bed and the duvet fell down our bodies to our waists. "It's warm enough without it." I said. "So you learned to get sex from all sources. Lucky bugger!"

"My favourite is with women, but sex for sex sake is cool with men too. Gay guys can be a bit demanding, but straight ones can just fornicate for the sake of it. Sometimes a good straight friend can be magic. I had just one special guy who was my best mate and we pleasured each other, which was really cool. You remind me of him." Pete sighed.

"Is that why you wanted to come to my bed?" I said while his fingers traced circles around my nipples.

"Colin reminds me of some predatory straight guys I knew. Guys like him use other guys ruthlessly and it's pretty unpleasant."

I proceeded to tell Pete the story of Colin and myself. He listened quietly.

When I had finished, he slid his left arm under me and rolled me onto my right hip and pressed our bodies together in my narrow bed. Still his cock was soft and floppy, still mine was rock-hard.

Pete's eyes looked into mine and softly he put his lips to mine and pecked my lips, before sighing and opening his mouth for me to push my tongue into his warm wetness.

 

[Binudeguy]

Great story. Looking forward to more!!

 

[Craiger]

Happy to find another titillating story, Richard. I like the sound of this one and know I will enjoy it as much as your others. Looking forward to Part 3.

Craiger

 

[smoothmanfun]

I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.

Here is the last part of this short story. I hope you all enjoy it.

My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 3

OH THAT'S GOOD!

"Oh, that's good!" Pete sighed when our mouths parted. "You give a good snog."

I wanted to kiss again, to penetrate his mouth again and for him to penetrate mine. But there was something I wanted even more.

"Can I see it?" I whispered and his soft, fair hair rustled on his forehead under my breath.

"Sure!" Pete laughed softly at the familiar request.

I could barely believe that this straight guy was letting me do this. I lifted the duvet off our legs and pulled my body away from his, almost falling off the edge of the bed in the process. There it was! Lying softly on his smooth left thigh. The most beautiful thing that I had ever seen!

"Oh, Pete, that is fantastic!" I sighed. Four inches or more of very thick, very soft, circumcised cock. Under the pale, creamy flesh the ridge of a vein ran along the length of him.

I wanted to kiss his soft lips again, trace tender kisses down his lovely chest and over his firm belly. But there was something I wanted to do even more. Without waiting for permission I slid down my bed until my face was level with his crotch. My fingers stroked gently up the length of him, feeling and savouring every delicious inch.

Any man would have wanted to touch and feel the magnificent potency of him. Pete rolled onto his back, so that my cheek touched his smooth hip and my rock-hard cock pressed his right leg, below his knee.

He settled his head into the two palms of his hands on the pillow and lay back for me to worship his gorgeous prick. From what he had told me, he clearly enjoyed male admiration of his own maleness.

I curled my fingers around his shaft which settled comfortably in my hand with about two inches above my forefinger. I softly grabbed the lower half of his cock and stroked.

"I've never seen a circumcised one before." I whispered, marvelling at the revealed sculpture of his soft knob. Although soft, his exposed knob made him look like he was aroused, which was a very strange sight to me. Uncircumcised cocks just looked normal when soft, but this circumcised one looked like it was ready for sex even 'though it was flaccid.

"When I started getting erections, my foreskin hurt, so my parents got me circumcised." Pete said.

"Ouch!" I cringed.

"Best thing I ever did!" He said. "It lets my big cock relax to its full length when soft. I wouldn't be such a big boy if I hadn't had it done."

"It's lovely!" I whispered and stroked. Pete's big boy started to grow and he gave a contented sigh. I slid my fingers and thumb up his length as it grew rapidly. I hesitated at the ridge, knowing my own cock was sensitive if the foreskin was pulled back and there was no lubrication.

But Pete did not seem to flinch when my thumb softly stroked this fold of skin and my fingers tickled the top side of his velvety, cream knob.

"That feels good!" Pete sighed.

"It's becoming so big!" I said in admiration at the impressive nine inches of almost-hard cock.

"You can stroke me firmer. I know guys with foreskins think mine will be sensitive, but it isn't. Wank my big dick!" He said in a loud commanding voice.

I stroked harder and his cock grew sturdier. "Give me all of your big cock, Pete!" I yelled, hoping that Colin would jealously hear. "What is it now? Ten inches?" I said, no longer able to get my thumb and fingers to meet around his solid, thick shaft.

"Something like that!" Pete yelled. "Wank me harder!"

But I didn't obey. I paused and held the bottom four inches of him, with the rest pointing at my face. "I think there is something else you would like more." I whispered and lowered my face towards the exposed slit, which had started to weep a clear fluid.

"Oh yes! Suck my big cock!" Pete begged loudly.

I giggled in anticipation and in delight that our noises would be driving Colin, downstairs, wild with frustration.

I touched the tip of my tongue to his jewel of juice. He tasted sweet, very sweet, without the usual hint of sour that a man often had. The delicious taste just urged me on. I opened my mouth and slid my tight lips down over velvety knob."

"Ye-essss!" Pete gasped as my lips went down a couple of inches, on past his knob and onto his thick, firm shaft. "Cool, man!" He gasped as his hands left the back of his head and pressed to the back of my head.

"Suck my big cock!" he shouted.

I did.

The feel of him in my mouth was wonderful! So big, so fat, so firm! Oh the girls like Caroline were so lucky to have this straight, cute hunk. But tonight he was mine! I licked and sucked and drooled over him giving great gurgles of delight while Pete groaned, moaned and yelled for me to suck him hard.

I circled my tongue around his smooth velvety knob, which seemed to send him wild.

"Fuck!" he shouted, "You are a great cock-sucker!"

I imagined Pete, on-board ship, driving his randy ship-mates wild with his noise, while one of the lucky sailors sucked him like this. Pete was a noisy bugger as well as a big-boy! He would have been the object of desire for so many of the crew!

I tried to swallow more of him, but I wasn't experienced at deep-throating and the best I could manage was to run my lips down a little of his shaft, so that his knob tickled the top of my throat.

"I can't take any more in." I sighed my mouth off him, holding the base of his thick shaft and waving the ten inches in front of my face. "It's so massive!" I said.

It really was the most impressive cock that I had ever seen. It rose from a delicate, soft bed of fine fair. His balls were a good size and his scrotum was red, with pale pimples and a few hairs on it. I fingered the balls with my left hand and they slithered around in his slack sack. I tried to imagine how potent such a set-up would be. Would he ejaculate huge amounts of sperm to match his size?

"You are a great cock-sucker, Richard." Pete sighed, rubbing the back of my head to encourage me.

I needed no encouragement, my mouth was already missing being filled by this lovely cock. I sighed and moaned as my lips parted and his first three inches filled me.

"Oh yes!" Pete said loudly. "Suck my big cock!" He begged.

I got an extra thrill knowing Colin, below, would be jealously hearing our love-making. Tonight he was going to have to listen, as I had listened to him on so many nights.

"Oh! That's lovely! Fucking marvellous!" Pete shouted in appreciation as my tongue licked around the ridge of his knob. Pete tasted so sweet, I could have supped on him forever!

Pete's hands were firmly holding the back of my head, pressing with each upward thrust of his pelvis and I pursed my lips so that they wanked his knob and shaft. I was ready for him to fuck my face as hard and as fast as he wanted. My mouth was an eager receptacle for his fuck.

Pete athletically thrust and pushed on my head and moaned loudly.

"I'll suck yours too!" he shouted eagerly.

I needed no second invitation; this cute, straight hunk was offering to do me. How could I refuse? I swung around on the bed, keeping his big cock in my mouth as I rotated on it and presented my legs to the pillow where he rested his head.

Expertly, Pete took my hard cock into his mouth, causing me to groan on his. The feeling of having him do it, when I knew he wasn't really into gay stuff was intensely exciting. I had aroused him so much that he was eager to be so intimate.

We both groaned and moaned and his tonguing of my cock was expertly done. He pressed his hands to my bum and I pushed in, my knob slipping out of my foreskin into his warm, wet mouth.

I was so excited by what his mouth was doing, that I was neglecting his cock. I kept moaning "Yes!" instead of working on his cock.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my mouth off his prick, to warn him. Pete just pressed his hands harder on my bum, so that my crotch was trapped against his face. I jerked and Pete's mouth started gulping over my shaft, inviting my spunk to drench his mouth.

Pete expertly sucked and swallowed and in gratitude I pushed my mouth back over his neglected monster-cock. The feeling of climaxing in his mouth while he filled mine with his hard flesh was overwhelming.

Pete's whole body was now rocking, rhythmically pressing his face to my crotch, withdrawing slightly and pressing his crotch to my face and back again.

My fingers kneaded his firm buttocks urging him to fuck my face. And while I was still slowly pressing my cock into his mouth in the final delightful ecstasy, Pete's buttocks went rock hard and his cock fired a forceful jet of spunk into my throat, while he moaned loudly.

I sucked and sucked, wanting to taste every drop of him, while his fists pounded my buttocks in lost rapture. Pete was snarling and roaring like a lion as his mouth let go of my spent cock and he thrust inside my mouth.

My hands pressed his buttocks which alternated between rock-firm and softly pliant. His lovely bum, his lovely body, his lovely cock!

Pete's roar turned to moans as his climax concluded. I sucked and drew every last precious drop of spunk from him.

Unlike mine, which became sensitive when I finished coming, Pete's knob seemed insensitive to my licks and sucks. Also unlike mine, Pete did not seem to shrink, but stayed long and quite firm, even after his climax.

I sucked and drooled and swallowed, while caressing his fantastic knob in my mouth.

"Fucking great suck!" Pete said and I imagined all the satisfied sailors who had given his wonderful cock a good seeing-to! Did he get such intimate attention from his girlfriends? Did they worship his cock like men did or was it much more heterosexual? I imagined his dick would give many a fanny a massive climax.

I heard Colin's door open downstairs and him go into the bathroom, probably to deposit his spunk-soaked tissues in the loo. There was no doubt that Colin would have pleasured himself to the sounds of our intercourse. I knew Colin was a habitual wanker when he didn't have a girlfriend. I'd shared a room with him for six months and then this house ever since. I knew what a sexual creature he was.

I rolled around to face Pete and we cuddled like lovers. I pecked his lips and he did not respond, but I smelt my spunk on his breath. I rolled over and got the glass of water off the bedside table and offered it to him.

With a laugh he took it and drank, rinsing and swallowing my sperm down. I did the same. Pete's spunk tasted strong and sweet and it took some rinsing down.

We laughed and I settled my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around me. Pete soon fell into a deep sleep of the just-climaxed. I lay awake watching his soft, relaxed face, his smooth, compact chest, his delicious, flat tummy and his soft six-inch monster, lolling on his hip.

Would I ever do this again with him? Would he go back to Caroline and his straight preference? I had to savour every moment!

 

[Craiger]

How intense and erotic, Richard. Collin must be suffering terribly in hearing Pete and Richard's intimacy. Will Pete allow this experience another chance and will the revenge on Collin continue? Hopefully Part 4 will appear soon.

Craiger

 

[smoothmanfun]

Hi Craiger

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

The storyline will continue in my major semi-autobiography, but I don't think I will be able to publish any more of it for free.

Meanwhile, I am completing a story about Robin Hood which should appear soon.

I will periodically write free stories like this one

Richard

 

[smoothmanfun]

I've been asked how real this story is.

Pete and Colin, as well as Caroline are people from my twenties. Only names have been changed. The character of "Colin" is as described, as is Pete's size!

Richard